![]() Wrath would sense my hurt, and it was a conversation I didn’t wish to have. My eyes prickled with unshed tears just thinking of my sister now, and I tried desperately to rein in my emotions. Without focusing on Vittoria and the way my heart ached each time I thought of my twin’s deception. Without games or magical bonds urging us together. Since he’d already stolen my soul, I was now offering him my body. ![]() It was the desire he was struggling to control the passion I’d ignited when I chose him-knowing exactly who he was-and still agreed to become his wicked queen. Lingering near Wrath’s bed, tunic now discarded at my feet, I knew it wasn’t his namesake sin that had the fires blazing in his private chamber. Something I refused to examine at the moment. Seeing my sister in the Triple Moon Mirror broke something vital in me. It was a welcome feeling, especially after the coldness that had swept in earlier and settled in my bones. ![]() His heated stare coaxed a different kind of warmth to spread over me just as gold-tipped flames erupted in the fireplace, sizzling and crackling like mad. Tracking the small action from where he stood on the balcony, the prince’s attention moved to my mouth and remained there a beat longer than necessary. ![]() All at once, candles flared to life around the Prince of Wrath’s bedchamber.ĭespite my best efforts to not grin at the demon, my traitorous lips curved upward on their own. ![]()
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